<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:45:04.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana's Freshman Composition Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-113259195842758449</id><published>2005-11-21T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T08:40:30.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 32 thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What me and my family do on Thanksgiving day is bake turkey all together to eat sit down and eat it. while were all eating the turkey we will each share what were thanking for. Them when were done thanking we will talk about are past or funny things that had happen to us before or else we talk about what would it be like in one more year will we be here all together again what do you think it might like in one more year like anyone thinks of getting married or having kids ask each other alot of question. In these years with my family on thanksgiving I had so much fun.I hope that everyone enjoys thankgiving like I do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-113259195842758449?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/113259195842758449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=113259195842758449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/113259195842758449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/113259195842758449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal-32-thanksgiving.html' title='Journal # 32 thanksgiving'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-113077653591679281</id><published>2005-11-02T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:44:41.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #31  I would like to travel around the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would like to travel around the world so I enjoy looking at new thing i never seen before. I think that it would be fun to travel with a person that like to travel a lot so that person could enjoy the same you would like to enjoy or explore the world. In  my imagination there is a lot of fun thing that come up in my mind when i think about traveling the world like different or strange person from me, other planents, weird animals and other kinds of stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-113077653591679281?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/113077653591679281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=113077653591679281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/113077653591679281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/113077653591679281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal-31-i-would-like-to-travel.html' title='Journal #31  I would like to travel around the world.'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-113077649264717697</id><published>2005-11-01T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T09:31:41.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #30  The steps how to write an essay</title><content type='html'>How to start to write your essay is first you  prewriting that means generating your idea like brainstorming, listing, questionig and mapping. The second step is planning meaning outline or organizing ideas. The third step is drafting, in other words  writting your ideas down on a paper or writting your rough draft with additional thoughts. The next step is revising like taking or adding other words or phrase to reorganized your ideas or draft. Finally, the editing checking grammer, spelling and punctuation. These are all of the steps you need to follow in order to write a good essay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-113077649264717697?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/113077649264717697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=113077649264717697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/113077649264717697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/113077649264717697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal-30-steps-how-to-write-essay.html' title='Journal #30  The steps how to write an essay'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-113077637284478943</id><published>2005-11-01T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:52:38.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #29 The best commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The best commerical I seen is the one on chanel thirty-three in spanish is about the good pollo loco that means "The good crazy chicken". it's about the this couple that are both eating chicken and the wife tells her husband that she is having a baby, but its not his. The only that the husband says "que rico pollo" that means "what a good chicken". Later on in the commercial the husband tells her that it she has a fake dimond in her ring he had gave her when they got married and does not say anything. The point to this commerical is that they are very happy with there chicken that they don't care about anything else that they say to each other it's all about the good crazy chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-113077637284478943?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/113077637284478943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=113077637284478943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/113077637284478943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/113077637284478943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal-29-best-commercial.html' title='Journal #29 The best commercial'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-113077605098368945</id><published>2005-10-31T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:35:14.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #27 One piece of technology i'll use is............</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The best technology I will use is the cellphone because for many reasons one is I could always be calling my friends everywhere I go.I don't need to go home and use the phone at my house. The second one the most important is the emergency calls from my relatives like if something happenends and mom is trying to get a hold of me. Another is if I running late to school or to work i can call and tell them I'm going to be a little late for some reason. There is so much more reasons that the cellphone is the most important technology anyone can use. What is your piece of technology you will use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-113077605098368945?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/113077605098368945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=113077605098368945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/113077605098368945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/113077605098368945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-27-one-piece-of-technology-ill.html' title='Journal #27 One piece of technology i&apos;ll use is............'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-113017227716126833</id><published>2005-10-24T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:01:08.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #26 My best Holiday is..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My best holiday is Thanksgiving ,many reasons why first one is because were all together celebrating and having a good time and also good food. The second one is cause we all share why we give thanks in this day. It's so nice to hear from my own family that they give thanks that were all relatives. Final one, we give thanks to god that were celebrating another year with the same family or a biger family. This is the best holiday of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-113017227716126833?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/113017227716126833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=113017227716126833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/113017227716126833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/113017227716126833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-26-my-best-holiday-is.html' title='Journal #26 My best Holiday is..............'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112974047139632382</id><published>2005-10-19T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:52:16.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #25 What I like doing over the weekends.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What i really like doing over the weekends is going out with my parents as a happy family like to concerts, movies, shopping and going out to eat together. I really have a nice thing going out with them because when we go out to eat we start talking about things that happened in the past like embrassing times of each one.In the other hand we have time to talk about any problems we need help with or ask our family for good advice. In that momment we talk about that we first here everyone in the family opinion then we figure out a solution together. I feel that it's the best time I have with my parents is on the weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112974047139632382?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112974047139632382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112974047139632382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112974047139632382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112974047139632382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-25-what-i-like-doing-over.html' title='Journal #25 What I like doing over the weekends.....'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112974035428956262</id><published>2005-10-19T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:45:54.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #24 If somebody short cut me at the movies.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would just tell them if they could please go back and get in line because its not fair that everyone is also waiting to get in the movies also and nobody is shortcutting. I would explain to that person that were all going to the same place everyone would have a chance to go in the movies when its there turn. If that person doen't  listen then just let them. In additon I knew we were all going in the movies. I would think that the person that shortcut was really desprite to go in, however that he didn't have no manners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112974035428956262?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112974035428956262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112974035428956262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112974035428956262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112974035428956262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-24-if-somebody-short-cut-me-at.html' title='Journal #24 If somebody short cut me at the movies.......'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112973927170945647</id><published>2005-10-19T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:36:54.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #23 If I order ice cream and forgot my money...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I order ice cream  and forgot my money I would tell the employee to try to save it for that I forgot my purse with the money at home. I would be all inberrassed but, that i'll be back for it to pay for it. I would also tell them that I will order more when I come back and buy every employee that is working because of my accident of not bring my money. I will apologies and thank them for holding my ice cream for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112973927170945647?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112973927170945647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112973927170945647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112973927170945647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112973927170945647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-23-if-i-order-ice-cream-and.html' title='Journal #23 If I order ice cream and forgot my money...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112853228684342517</id><published>2005-10-05T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T10:11:26.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #22 If i ever been discriminated........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, I've been discriminated before because of my race. It all happened her in Arizona when I came to live here. I had about ten years of living here when this happened I was walking to  the store with my sister and we were talking in spanish because that is are first language and we knew how to speak it better than english. When a whit guy herd me and my sister and told us go back to mexico wetbacks I don't why are you here in Arizona if you are not welcome here if you weren't born here. At first I felt thats true I don't know why us mexican come over here to support this discrimination from other people. In that momment I wanted to run far from the place  and never come back ever again. But, I gave it a thought for the last time and I said to my self i'm not going to let him hurt me with his  words because iI know that us mexican come here to Arizona to work and get well educated  not to harm people or distroy their homes only to have a better life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112853228684342517?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112853228684342517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112853228684342517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112853228684342517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112853228684342517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-22-if-i-ever-been.html' title='Journal #22 If i ever been discriminated........'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112853076168801574</id><published>2005-10-05T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:53:39.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #21 If I wokeup in other country I would.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I wokeup in another country that I didn't know and can't understand the people. I would be very scared and try to run away from the people.  After,  I figure out that no one could help me  if i'm running all the time I would stop and try to find someone that could help me find out what i'm doing in the strange country. Also  ask why people speak different from me.  The last thing I will try to do find out where is my family and try to go with them and never get lost again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112853076168801574?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112853076168801574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112853076168801574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112853076168801574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112853076168801574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-21-if-i-wokeup-in-other.html' title='Journal #21 If I wokeup in other country I would.........'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112853057824666693</id><published>2005-10-05T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:12:18.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #20 If I could become anything what would choose........</title><content type='html'>I would choose to become a billigual teacher. My reason to become a billigual teacher is because I want to teach people that don't Know languages and are discriminated because of what they know to speak. Like mexicans that don't know how ito speak english some are discriminated for that reason and others for other languages. I would like to teach other different languages so they could be proud of there self that they could speak the same language of other people. I think it would also be better because its very helpful to jobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112853057824666693?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112853057824666693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112853057824666693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112853057824666693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112853057824666693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-20-if-i-could-become-anything.html' title='Journal #20 If I could become anything what would choose........'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112853042498448522</id><published>2005-10-05T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:40:24.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 19 If there was little bugs in my salad....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If in a occasion I come across that in my salad has little bugs I would scream my lungs out. Even if i'm in a restuartant, I would go to the cooks or managers to shove it in there face so next time they hand out food or anything else they should check first if it's good. I think that I won't be able to salad for a while like a couple weeks. Its very nasty finding bugs  in any of the food that people are going to eat also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112853042498448522?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112853042498448522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112853042498448522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112853042498448522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112853042498448522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-19-if-there-was-little-bugs-in.html' title='Journal # 19 If there was little bugs in my salad....'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112792917003040015</id><published>2005-09-28T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T10:27:52.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 18 If i could give a gift.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I could give a gift to someone I would give my great grandma part of my life so she could be with me by my side. Or anything from me so she could be heathly. I think it would be the greatest thing I could give her so she could what every great grandma can do. My great grandma can bearely move because of her bones. I would also offer her my life for a gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112792917003040015?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112792917003040015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112792917003040015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112792917003040015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112792917003040015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-18-if-i-could-give-gift.html' title='Journal # 18 If i could give a gift.....'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112792668349185327</id><published>2005-09-28T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T23:00:13.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 17 If animals could talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If animals could talk I think it would be great to have them talk with us humans. I would always be with the animals I don't know but I think that animals could understand better then other people. The questions I would ask them about how their life has been? Is it hard beening an animal? If they would like to be a human instead of in animal? If it was my pet I would ask them if I treated it with respect or mistreated. There is so much more things I would ask the animals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112792668349185327?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112792668349185327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112792668349185327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112792668349185327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112792668349185327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-17-if-animals-could-talk.html' title='Journal # 17 If animals could talk'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112775282909759180</id><published>2005-09-26T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:41:37.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 16 If there was no television</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If there was no television I think that it would be better because many people or kids wouldn't be watching to much violence, or hearing some many unappropiate words. Most of the people wouldn't be so violent. Also having a television would be better to have because you would have to watch your kids or hearing scream all over the house instead they would be safe watching t.v. than outside. It is alot more safety if their inside intertain with the t.v. watching cartoons. It is good to have and not to have a t.v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112775282909759180?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112775282909759180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112775282909759180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112775282909759180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112775282909759180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-16-if-there-was-no-television.html' title='Journal # 16 If there was no television'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112736526617483507</id><published>2005-09-21T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:41:03.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #15 FREE</title><content type='html'>I would like you to know how i like being around animals. First of all, animals are one of the important things of my life. I love to talk to them like if they were really humans. I think that they do listen I they would like to talk back. I also love being around them when I'm lonely I feel good by there side they help me feel safe. My dad taught how to grow up with animals. Since I was small I always had animals by my side.I feel that they are a part of my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112736526617483507?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112736526617483507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112736526617483507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112736526617483507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112736526617483507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-15-free.html' title='Journal #15 FREE'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112732129120682761</id><published>2005-09-21T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T09:58:43.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #14 Being invisible</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I could become invisible, the first thing I would do is go to place I can't go to because of my age like to clubs, casinos, and other fun places.  The next thing I would do is to go to store and get cloths, food, and other personal things I need for me. Also one of the best things I could do is scare or mess around with some of the people I don't like or don't like that always made fun of me. I would move stuff around them so they could think they are seeing thing and drive them crazy. There is so many fun things a invisible person could do I won't think at all that a person that is invisible could be bored. Just imagn what you can do if you could be invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112732129120682761?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112732129120682761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112732129120682761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112732129120682761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112732129120682761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-14-being-invisible.html' title='Journal #14 Being invisible'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112674592797781200</id><published>2005-09-14T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:57:45.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #13 Something that really bugs me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                   So&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mething that really bugs me is when my sister's wear my cloths without asking and when I'm looking for them I can't find them. I'll be asking my mother with an attitude if she has seem my cloths and she &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;would say no. Them when finally ask my sisters about them they would tell me that they weared them and that they are dirty. That is what really bugs me. If they would of ask if they could wear them I won't bug me because I knew where my cloths would be at.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112674592797781200?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112674592797781200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112674592797781200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112674592797781200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112674592797781200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-13-something-that-really-bugs.html' title='Journal #13 Something that really bugs me!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112667608350536460</id><published>2005-09-13T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T22:34:43.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #12  If I could fly whenever I want I would do so many things</title><content type='html'>What I would do is go visit alot of new places like different states New Mexico, Nevada and many others. I would only fly at night were no one could see me because if someone sees me they are going to think that they are crazy or it just a dream. I think that if I tell anyone that I could fly no one would believe me and would make fun of me. It  would also  be one of the funnest ability that I could have in life. Every day I owould enjoy flying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112667608350536460?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112667608350536460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112667608350536460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112667608350536460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112667608350536460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-12-if-i-could-fly-whenever-i.html' title='Journal #12  If I could fly whenever I want I would do so many things'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112667555624775237</id><published>2005-09-13T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T22:25:56.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #11 My favorite book is "A Child Called It"</title><content type='html'>"A Child Called It" is my favorite book because it has a lot of emotional feelings. It is also interesting  about the kids life how he gets abused by his alcoholic mother. This book gets to my emotional feelings and makes me sad I really think people should do something about this. I can't believe that there are lots of parents that are mean to there children and treat them like animals or even worse.This book makes me think about how really life is.  It helps people think how they should treat their children with respect. Thats why it is my favorite book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112667555624775237?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112667555624775237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112667555624775237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112667555624775237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112667555624775237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-11-my-favorite-book-is-child.html' title='Journal #11 My favorite book is &quot;A Child Called It&quot;'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112667421594766524</id><published>2005-09-13T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T17:55:58.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #10 I would like to tell you little about my family and me</title><content type='html'>What I would like you to know about me and my family is that we have wonderful times together. Like going to movies, camping and other fun thing we like to do together. Were always there for one another at anytime. My family and me are a big happy family that only think to stay together as much as we can. We also get along great we really don't argue it we would be weir of someone of us it mad at each other. I'm very thankful to have the great big happy family. I wish that everyone could say the same things I do about their family or even better things about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112667421594766524?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112667421594766524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112667421594766524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112667421594766524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112667421594766524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-10-i-would-like-to-tell-you.html' title='Journal #10 I would like to tell you little about my family and me'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112667410891454346</id><published>2005-09-13T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T22:01:48.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #9 The best advice that I ever recieved  was to go to college</title><content type='html'>The best advice  I  took was to go to college. I see now that going to college was the best thing I had done. I didn't really want to go because I thought it wasn't going to help me. But my teacher told me that I should go to college because you could easily find jobs.But I still didn't listen until my brother told me that I wasn't going to be anybody in life just like my cousin. That really shocked me and I new college was the best advice for me it has helped me well enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112667410891454346?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112667410891454346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112667410891454346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112667410891454346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112667410891454346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-9-best-advice-that-i-ever.html' title='Journal #9 The best advice that I ever recieved  was to go to college'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112654336344018833</id><published>2005-09-12T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T09:38:33.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #8 My favorite song is ?</title><content type='html'>My favorite song is Volver, it means all be back. This song is my favorite song because it remebers me to go back to mexico to visit. Every time its time for me to come back to phoenix my family at mexico puts the song on so I can rember to come back in a year or sooner to visit them. It also reminds me that my guy is waiting for me there to have more good times together.I know I can't wait to see my guy agian and spend a lot more time with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112654336344018833?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112654336344018833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112654336344018833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112654336344018833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112654336344018833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-8-my-favorite-song-is.html' title='Journal #8 My favorite song is ?'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112631327699421462</id><published>2005-09-09T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T17:47:56.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #7 My most indispensable possession and why?</title><content type='html'>My most indispensable possesssion is the mexicans music because I've can't work without any music I feel sad and sleepy when i 'm working without it. Another thing why I can't live without it is because every song that I hear remember me about things like mexico fair, person,  saddness and also happiness. What I also do when a new song comes on I hear what it talks about in order to like I try to imagen it's happening me or it had happened to me in the past. For me music is my life passion. My mom knows what she could do to ground me take away my stereo, she knows that I can't live without it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112631327699421462?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112631327699421462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112631327699421462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112631327699421462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112631327699421462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-7-my-most-indispensable.html' title='Journal #7 My most indispensable possession and why?'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112536026036096016</id><published>2005-08-29T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T17:04:20.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #6 One of my difficulty I faced while coming to school at SMCC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The biggest difficulty I faced coming to SMCC was to find my classes. When I got to school Monday morninig I was a afraid I couldn't find my classes I was walking all around the school I found one thing out that SMCC is pretty big than what I thought.  I felt like everyone was looking at me and saying she lost and scared. I really thought I wasn't going to make it to class on time but, I called my brother to come and help me to find my classes. My brother knew the school well he use to come to SMCC before so, at the end he helped me out and I was little more commed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112536026036096016?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112536026036096016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112536026036096016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112536026036096016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112536026036096016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-6-one-of-my-difficulty-i-faced.html' title='Journal #6 One of my difficulty I faced while coming to school at SMCC.'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112535929691761583</id><published>2005-08-29T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:50:21.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #5 Something I noticed about myself today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I also noticed about my self today that everytime I keep moving on I won't be with the same people around that I will meet other people to work with in life. So now I know not to get use to only having person around you cause that person won't be with you for the rest of your life. I think that it would be nice if I had a friend that would like to do the same career so, we could help each other until we become professionals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112535929691761583?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112535929691761583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112535929691761583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112535929691761583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112535929691761583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-5-something-i-noticed-about.html' title='Journal #5 Something I noticed about myself today'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112535864256058872</id><published>2005-08-29T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:37:22.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #4 Something I noticed about myself today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  What I noticed about myself today is that now my life is getting more difficult because I'm taking bigger and decision in life that will help me in the future. Like the big one I took was good to college I thought it was going to be very difficult but, it wasn't that bad. Now I have more resposiblities to do. I noticed that I have grewup that I'm not daddy little girl any more but, that I could be daddy proud lady. So I got to try my best in college and keep moving on like until now to make my daddy proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112535864256058872?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112535864256058872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112535864256058872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112535864256058872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112535864256058872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-4-something-i-noticed-about.html' title='Journal #4 Something I noticed about myself today'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112533704721500280</id><published>2005-08-29T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:18:18.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #3 What I do when I'm bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                   What I do when I'm bored I ask my mom about when she was my age how was her life hard or easy. So far she told how hard was to live in mexico. At my age she would only be working to help out with the food because it was enough for her family she was one of the oldest daughter  that worked her butt off.In my mom family there was a told of twelve including her mom and dad. People for the pasted years have an intersting life. I think that it the best thing to do when your bored you find out a lot of thing that went on the years that you still didn't even exisit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112533704721500280?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112533704721500280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112533704721500280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112533704721500280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112533704721500280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-3-what-i-do-when-im-bored.html' title='Journal #3 What I do when I&apos;m bored'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112533638766709184</id><published>2005-08-29T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:22:18.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #2 My hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My hero is my older brother that gives me good advice, and helps me out on taking good decision for my future. I thanks him for helping take this good decision of coming to college and telling to wait to get married until graduate from college to get a good career for my future. I also thank my brother for being with every time I need him as well as my parents even though they don't know as much english or other thing in life like school they always try their best to help me out. I really don't know how my life what of been without my heroes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112533638766709184?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112533638766709184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112533638766709184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112533638766709184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112533638766709184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-2-my-hero.html' title='Journal #2 My hero'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928207.post-112533566010634772</id><published>2005-08-29T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:23:34.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #1 About me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi my name is Ana Garcia I was born in January 12,1987 in Mexico. My parents brought me to Arizona at the age of seven months old. My first language is spanish and english is my second. I come from a big family were eight in told. I have three younger sisters, one younger brother, one older brother and both of my parents with me we all live together as a happy family. What i could tell you about me is that i'm a very shy person, don't like to ask question in front of the class or present projects but, I know that my shyness will be no good in the future and I try my best to face it. What I like to do is meet new friends, go out, work and like to study so, I could one day be someone in the future. The thing that I really want is to accomplish all my goals in life like the first one is to finish college and get a good career. I know that if I get a good career it will help me on the second goal I'm going for because the career will help me make money to go back to mexico and help out other families have a home, food and education for their children, also if I can I would like to help out the mexicans with their english. Thats one of my major goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928207-112533566010634772?l=anaja15601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/feeds/112533566010634772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928207&amp;postID=112533566010634772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112533566010634772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928207/posts/default/112533566010634772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaja15601.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-1-about-me.html' title='Journal #1 About me'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252108713973260870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/41307802_f8e533d99e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
